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Trapped in the Tiger's Den, the Gold Star Dispels the Peril · At Twin-Fork Ridge, Liu Boqin Takes In the Monk

老叟脫難
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老叟脫難 The Old Man Delivers the Pilgrim

shíhónggāoshēngsānzànghūnhūnchénchénbiàndōng西nánběizhèngzàimìngchùránjiànlǎosǒushǒuchízhǔzhàngérláizǒushàngqiányòngshǒushéngsuǒjiēduànduìmiànchuīlekǒusānzàngfāngguìbàidào:「duōxièlǎogōnggōngjiùpínsēngxìngmìng。」lǎosǒudào:「láizēngshūshīleshénmedōng西?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngdecóngrénshìbèiguàishílezhǐzhīxíngzàichù?」lǎosǒuyòngzhàngzhǐdào:「xiāngshìliǎngbāo?」sānzànghuítóukànshíguǒshìdejiànbìngcéngshīluòxīncáilüèfàngxiàxiēwènlǎosǒuyuē:「lǎogōnggōngchùshìshénsuǒzàigōnggōngyóuzài?」lǎosǒudào:「shìshuāngchālǐngnǎilángcháoxuéchùwèiduò?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngmíngshíchūzhōuwèijièliàodezǎolemàoshuāngshīluòjiànwángxiōngwántàishènjiāngpínsēngèrcóngzhěbǎngleyòujiàntiáohēihànchēngshìxióngshānjūntiáopànghànchēngshìchùshìzǒujìnláichēngwángshìyínjiāngjūnsānèrcóngzhěchīletiānguāngcáisànxiǎngshìyǒuzhèyuánfèngǎndelǎogōnggōngláijiù?」lǎosǒudào:「chùshìzhěshìniújīngshānjūnzhěshìxióngjīngyínjiāngjūnzhěshìlǎojīngzuǒyòuyāoxiéjìndōushìshānjīngshùguǐguàishòucānglángzhǐyīndeběnxìngyuánmíngsuǒchīgēnláiyǐnshàng。」shíhónggāoshēngsānzànghūnhūnchénchénbiàndōng西nánběizhèngzàimìngchùránjiànlǎosǒushǒuchízhǔzhàngérláizǒushàngqiányòngshǒushéngsuǒjiēduànduìmiànchuīlekǒusānzàngfāngguìbàidào:「duōxièlǎogōnggōngjiùpínsēngxìngmìng。」lǎosǒudào:「láizēngshūshīleshénmedōng西?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngdecóngrénshìbèiguàishílezhǐzhīxíngzàichù?」lǎosǒuyòngzhàngzhǐdào:「xiāngshìliǎngbāo?」sānzànghuítóukànshíguǒshìdejiànbìngcéngshīluòxīncáilüèfàngxiàxiēwènlǎosǒuyuē:「lǎogōnggōngchùshìshénsuǒzàigōnggōngyóuzài?」lǎosǒudào:「shìshuāngchālǐngnǎilángcháoxuéchùwèiduò?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngmíngshíchūzhōuwèijièliàodezǎolemàoshuāngshīluòjiànwángxiōngwántàishènjiāngpínsēngèrcóngzhěbǎngleyòujiàntiáohēihànchēngshìxióngshānjūntiáopànghànchēngshìchùshìzǒujìnláichēngwángshìyínjiāngjūnsānèrcóngzhěchīletiānguāngcáisànxiǎngshìyǒuzhèyuánfèngǎndelǎogōnggōngláijiù?」lǎosǒudào:「chùshìzhěshìniújīngshānjūnzhěshìxióngjīngyínjiāngjūnzhěshìlǎojīngzuǒyòuyāoxiéjìndōushìshānjīngshùguǐguàishòucānglángzhǐyīndeběnxìngyuánmíngsuǒchīgēnláiyǐnshàng。」


逐句解 Line by line

shíhónggāoshēngsānzànghūnhūnchénchénbiàndōng西nánběizhèngzàimìngchùránjiànlǎosǒushǒuchízhǔzhàngérláizǒushàngqiányòngshǒushéngsuǒjiēduànduìmiànchuīlekǒusānzàngfāngguìbàidào:「duōxièlǎogōnggōngjiùpínsēngxìngmìng。」lǎosǒudào:「láizēngshūshīleshénmedōng西?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngdecóngrénshìbèiguàishílezhǐzhīxíngzàichù?」lǎosǒuyòngzhàngzhǐdào:「xiāngshìliǎngbāo?」sānzànghuítóukànshíguǒshìdejiànbìngcéngshīluòxīncáilüèfàngxiàxiē shíhónggāoshēngsānzànghūnhūnchénchénbiàndōng西nánběizhèngzàimìngchùránjiànlǎosǒushǒuchízhǔzhàngérláizǒushàngqiányòngshǒushéngsuǒjiēduànduìmiànchuīlekǒusānzàngfāngguìbàidào:「duōxièlǎogōnggōngjiùpínsēngxìngmìng。」lǎosǒudào:「láizēngshūshīleshénmedōng西?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngdecóngrénshìbèiguàishílezhǐzhīxíngzàichù?」lǎosǒuyòngzhàngzhǐdào:「xiāngshìliǎngbāo?」sānzànghuítóukànshíguǒshìdejiànbìngcéngshīluòxīncáilüèfàngxiàxiē

Before long the red sun rose high, and Sanzang, dazed and reeling, could not tell east from west or south from north. Just at that point, when his life seemed past all saving, he suddenly saw an old man coming toward him, staff in hand. The old man walked up, gave a wave of his hand, and the ropes and cords all snapped apart; he breathed a breath upon his face, and Sanzang came to himself, knelt and bowed to the ground, and said: “My deep thanks, aged sir, for saving this poor monk's life.” Returning the courtesy, the old man said: “Rise. Have you perhaps lost anything of yours?” Sanzang said: “The men who attended me have already been eaten by the fiends. I only do not know where my baggage and my horse may be.” The old man pointed with his staff and said: “Is that not a horse and two bundles over yonder?” Sanzang turned his head to look, and it was indeed his own belongings, nothing lost at all; and only then did his heart set down a little of its burden.

The old man's gestures — a wave that severs the ropes, a breath that revives the fainting monk — mark him at once as no ordinary passer-by; his true identity, the star-god 太白金星, is disclosed only after he departs.

wènlǎosǒuyuē:「lǎogōnggōngchùshìshénsuǒzàigōnggōngyóuzài?」lǎosǒudào:「shìshuāngchālǐngnǎilángcháoxuéchùwèiduò?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngmíngshíchūzhōuwèijièliàodezǎolemàoshuāngshīluòjiànwángxiōngwántàishènjiāngpínsēngèrcóngzhěbǎngleyòujiàntiáohēihànchēngshìxióngshānjūntiáopànghànchēngshìchùshìzǒujìnláichēngwángshìyínjiāngjūnsānèrcóngzhěchīletiānguāngcáisànxiǎngshìyǒuzhèyuánfèngǎndelǎogōnggōngláijiù?」lǎosǒudào:「chùshìzhěshìniújīngshānjūnzhěshìxióngjīngyínjiāngjūnzhěshìlǎojīngzuǒyòuyāoxiéjìndōushìshānjīngshùguǐguàishòucānglángzhǐyīndeběnxìngyuánmíngsuǒchīgēnláiyǐnshàng。」 wènlǎosǒuyuē:「lǎogōnggōngchùshìshénsuǒzàigōnggōngyóuzài?」lǎosǒudào:「shìshuāngchālǐngnǎilángcháoxuéchùwèiduò?」sānzàngdào:「pínsēngmíngshíchūzhōuwèijièliàodezǎolemàoshuāngshīluòjiànwángxiōngwántàishènjiāngpínsēngèrcóngzhěbǎngleyòujiàntiáohēihànchēngshìxióngshānjūntiáopànghànchēngshìchùshìzǒujìnláichēngwángshìyínjiāngjūnsānèrcóngzhěchīletiānguāngcáisànxiǎngshìyǒuzhèyuánfèngǎndelǎogōnggōngláijiù?」lǎosǒudào:「chùshìzhěshìniújīngshānjūnzhěshìxióngjīngyínjiāngjūnzhěshìlǎojīngzuǒyòuyāoxiéjìndōushìshānjīngshùguǐguàishòucānglángzhǐyīndeběnxìngyuánmíngsuǒchīgēnláiyǐnshàng。」

He asked the old man: “Aged sir, what place is this? And how does it come that you are here?” The old man said: “This is Twin-Fork Ridge, a lair of tigers and wolves. How did you come to fall into it?” Sanzang said: “At cockcrow this poor monk left the border of the Hezhou garrison; but not looking to have started too early, I braved the frost and brushed through the dew, and suddenly fell into this place. I met a Monster King, savage and brutal beyond all measure, who bound this poor monk and his two attendants. Then came a swarthy fellow, who called himself the Mountain Lord Xiong, and a portly fellow, who called himself the Recluse Te; and when they came in, they called the Monster King General Yin. The three of them ate my two attendants, and only at daybreak did they disperse. What great karmic affinity and lot can I possess, that I should be favoured with your coming here to save me?” The old man said: “The Recluse is a wild-ox spirit; the Mountain Lord is a bear spirit; and General Yin is an old-tiger spirit. The fiends to either side are one and all mountain-sprites and tree-goblins, monstrous beasts and grey wolves. It is only because your own true nature is fundamentally enlightened that they could not eat you. Come with me, and I will set you on your road.”

雙叉嶺 (Shuāng-chā Lǐng), “Twin-Fork Ridge,” is the name given in the chapter's own title. The old man's account resolves the earlier mystery: the tiger, bear, and ox are (jīng), animal-spirits, and Sanzang was spared because his 本性元明 — his “originally enlightened nature” — rendered him proof against them. The teaching restates the chapter's governing idea, that the pilgrim's inner purity is his truest protection.


總評 Commentary

The deliverance comes, as it so often will in the novel, from a disguised divinity — here an old man with a staff whose casual miracles (a wave that parts the ropes, a breath that revives) betray his more-than-human power. The scene is largely dialogue, and it does two kinds of work. It resolves the mystery planted earlier — why Sanzang alone was spared — by disclosing that the three fiends are animal-spirits and that the pilgrim's “originally enlightened nature” made him inedible, a doctrinally loaded explanation that ties his physical survival to his spiritual condition. And it names the place, Twin-Fork Ridge, binding this episode to the second half of the chapter's title, and the deliverer, still unnamed here, to the rescue the following scene will at last attribute to the Gold Star of the West. The prose is plain and expository, gathering the terror of the night into an ordered account and pointing forward to the pilgrim's release onto the road.